I Am A Snake, Teaching A Bunch Of Ghosts Is Very Reasonable

Chapter 050

After the boy in white left, Qi Qingyan locked the door of the courtyard and led the big yellow dog deep into the Shenmu Forest.

Thick and straight sacred trees plunge into the sky, and each large trunk has a cracked bark carved with a lifelike face.

there are men and there are women.

There are old people, teenagers, and children.

some are crying, some are smiling, some are serene, and some are kind-eyed.

Qi Qingyan and Big Yellow Dog did not stop until they reached the deepest depth.

the big tree that catches your eye is incompatible with other sacred trees.

the face on the tree body is an old man, his facial features are viciously distorted, as if he is suffering great pain.

the townspeople call this particular sacred tree ‘Dead Ghost’.

Qi Qingyan sat cross-kneeled in front of the ‘Killing Ghost’ Divine Tree, stretched out his right palm, and gently patted the slightly bulging small dirt bag beside him.

Immediately, he raised his eyes to gaze at the painful face of the old man who seemed to be being cut by a thousand cuts.

“I miss that child~”

“12”> Tsing Yi muttered.

……

nine years ago.

One evening that summer, the weather was really hot, and Tsing Yi, who had finally survived to the lower hall, hurried back to the fenced courtyard and threw himself on a rattan chair in the shade.

After about a cup of tea, the courtyard door was knocked softly.

light and almost inaudible.

Tsing Yi opened his eyes with difficulty.

courtyard, there was a small man.

except for the woman from the Chen family in Wuyi Lane, Tsing Yi has never seen such a thin person.

sallow skin and slender skeleton.

it seems that with a gentle tap on the bone, you can hear the sound of ringing copper.

boy wears a loose linen coat, does not even have a pair of straw shoes, and his small feet seem to have been washed in the loess.

just those big black and white eyes, without a trace of impurities, but exuding an indescribable warm aura.

boy held a green pear in his clean little hand and smirked at Qing Yi.

“What kid are you?”

Tsing Yi asked.

“Master, my name is A Fei, the flying bird, my family lives in Wuyi Lane, and my father is called Chen Yanshi.”

the boy respectfully replied.

“What are you looking for me?”

boy handed the green pear to Tsing Yi from a distance, and said shamefully: “Master, I want to learn words.” ”

“Learn three words.”

Tsing Yi stretched out, yawned, and lightly spit out a word, “Roll~”

boy was red, only a shy smile on his sweat-stained little face, whispered ‘I’m sorry’, and ran away.

that is the first side of Tsing Yi and Xiao Budian.

the boy was six years old.

……

the next day, dusk.

Xiao Budian came again, this time holding a green apple in one hand.

Tsing Yi’s face was expressionless.

“Roll~”

Day 3, dusk.

Xiao Budian holds a full of bright red cherries in his hand.

“roll~”

“45”> day 4, day 5, day 6…

boy picks almost wild fruits all over the mountains.

until the evening of the nineteenth day.

boy clutches a sugar gourd covered in syrup.

“Alas~” IDX=”50″> Qing Yi sighed lightly and said: “Celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, laurel balls, dried lean meat strips.” ”

“Little ghost, don’t you know the gift of bondage?”

boy shook his head and suddenly nodded again.

“Master, I know.”

Tsing Yi rolled his eyes, “No, you don’t know. ”

“Ming’er will bring all the six rites I mentioned, and I will teach you to learn words.”

“forget it, it’s still five gifts, the meat strips don’t have to be necessary.”

boy smiled and said, “Thank you, Master.” ”

……

On the twentieth day, the boy did not come.

the twenty-first day, did not come.

for the next few decades.

Tsing Yi never thought that celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, and laurel balls, such sparse and ordinary things, would be like heavy mountains, pressing on the boy’s spine.

In the autumn leaf season, a day off, Tsing Yi can be regarded as seeing a boy after two months.

boy stood on a street corner, a long distance away, looking at a stall selling pork.

because the boy would come every day and look at it for a short time each time, so the stall owner remembered that cute little face.

the big-waisted stall owner beckoned to the boy.

When the boy arrived, the stall owner smiled and poured a bowl of pig blood.

“Little ghost, dry this bowl of blood, I will cut a piece of pork for you for free.”

boy was silent for a long, long time.

suddenly took up the big white bowl and drank a bowl full of extremely bright and fishy pig blood.

stall owner laughed and fulfilled his promise.

boy holding a small piece of pork and running madly to his home.

Tsing Yi, who witnessed this scene the whole time, shook his head expressionlessly.

……

early morning the next day.

small is not lacking, and comes to the door with a six-piece set.

Tsing Yi received the six gifts.

pulling a donkey face and asking, “Which word do you want to learn first?” < p idx="79"> Xiaobu replied: “South, south of the south.” ”

because I still have to go into the mountains to collect herbs, so Xiao Budian only studied for half an hour.

After the boy left, Tsing Yi threw the small piece of pork into the Taiping River.

the second day.

Xiaobu learned the brocade character of brocade.

on the third day, I learned the screen characters of the screen.

“Nanjinping~” IDX=”86″> Tsing Yi suddenly said that the festival of dedication was coming.

The sacred wood forest is the temporary residence of the gods on earth, and each sacred tree is contaminated with the breath of the gods, which has been handed down from generation to generation in the town.

and the so-called dedication festival is to buy or fabricate a doll, the more like the better, the bigger the better.

doll’s belly is empty and stuffed with a jade plate engraved with the person’s name, or a note with the person’s name written on it.

On the day of the dedication festival, choose a sacred tree and bury the puppet deep underground.

after which the gods are kowtowed, nine hours a day, for a total of nine days.

in order to bless the nine generations with prosperity and well-being.

Of course, if you stuff nine nine eighty-one copper plates into the doll’s empty stomach, you can also save the prostration process.

“Nanjinping~Nanjinping~”

“95”> muttered for a while, Tsing Yi suddenly rushed out of the fence yard and jumped into the Taiping River.

trying to pick up that little piece of pork.

unfortunately it has long been in the belly of the fish.

……

On the day of the dedication, the town is lively.

holding his mother’s clay puppet in his arms, and the little dot in barefoot linen mixed in the crowd of people, looks out of place, like a lonely soul and wild ghost.

the dragon swam out of the town and straight for the Shenmu Forest.

“Haha, everyone come and see, Chen Mengfei’s clay puppets are really ugly.”

“Chen Mengfei, who are you pinching this mud puppet?” It won’t be your mother! ”

“Fei, everyone in our town says that your mother killed your father, and the gods punished your mother for rotting all over her body, and being bitten by maggots day and night, is it true?”

“Ah Fei, you can’t just have a doll, you have to stuff the puppet’s empty stomach with jade plates, wooden plates, and notes engraved with people’s names, otherwise the gods don’t know who you are, how can you bring down the merit?” Can you write? ”

“Chen Mengfei, the dolls my father bought me are colorful dolls, tall and big. Mo said that your palm-sized tattered mud puppet is not comparable to you little man. ”

“…”

In the face of the childish ridicule and comparison of children of the same age in the town, Xiao Budian looked as usual from beginning to end.

Chen Yanshi, a man from the Chen family in Wuyi Lane, died unclear, and even the body was not found, and the woman called Nanjinping naturally became a Kefu disaster star that everyone was afraid to avoid.

No one wants to bury their father, themselves, and their children’s dolls under the same sacred tree as the women of the Chen family.

There are a total of 179 sacred trees in the sacred wood forest, and the people of the town compete with each other and occupy one hundred and seventy-eight of them.

only a lone ‘slasher’.

Xiao Budian placed the clay puppet stuffed with his mother’s note under the “Kill the Ghost” sacred tree.

kneeling on both knees and smashing his forehead into the loess.

long kneel.

“May the gods bless the mother and the ninth sweet.”

“as sweet as Grandpa Liu’s sugar gourd.”

……

Ps: It’s a pity, one chapter is not finished, it’s almost early in the morning, update first.

the protagonist will arrange Fei later.

Also, I will spy on everyone’s comments.

I saw a few corrections yesterday, forgot to change them, and couldn’t find them.

kill tomorrow.